it's unlikely there'll be any capitals in this post. not because i think i'm e.e cummings but i'm so darned tired. until the late hours of last night I was lucky enough to:
hang a giant, gold guilded frame and watch ladies walk out of it
raise a checkerboard catwalk for aforementioned ladies to walk on
hang some fairy lights
price and tag some truly beautiful artwork
watch my old pal hubbo fall into a women's rack of clothing
(see i put in effort there.) check, recheck, fold, stack, lie down, prop up, arrange, rearrange and finally repack all the delightful zines we will have for tonight. yep, they're tucked up tight in boxes all numbered and waiting for you to get your hands onto them. so do just that, tonight at:
itrip iskip, Lonsdale Street, Braddon. 6pm onwards.